"I'm tired of hearing it.

The very thought of it makes me ill." How did Polly come to know it first?
"I wouldn't care what they'd call it if it would only buy as much," returned Polly, still good-naturedly.

"And when a regular man like Johnny Gamble hustles out and gets one, just so he can ask to marry you, you ought to give a perfectly vulgar exhibition of joy!" "You have put it very nicely," responded Constance.

"If it would only buy as much! Do you know that my name is seldom mentioned except in connection with a million dollars?
I must either marry one man or lose a million, or marry another who has made a million for that purpose." "You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" charged Polly.

She glared at Constance a moment, bursting with more indignant things to say; but there were so many of them that they choked her in their attempted egress, and she swished angrily back to the lawn party, exploding most of the way.
At just this inopportune moment Johnny Gamble found his way into the peaceful library.
"Well, it's across!" he joyously confided, forgetting in his happiness the rebuffs of the day.